Herrick Was Right

Herrick Was Right Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
Do you rate my chances Now you've seen her? Yeah I know There can't be many chances leaner Oh but, holy glory, how she dances Can you see me winning? In there pitching? Yeah That's so Frustration can be enriching But believe me boy, I'm just beginning There she goes Heels and toes Fawns and does aren't in it Step aside for shame, gazelle You might as well be rhino Someone I know leaves you looking Like a pressure cooker cooking Fifty to the minute Tote that petal Lift that rose Would you care to wager I won't win her? Yeah I know Slavery just isn't in her But even if it does enrage her Maybe I'm the man to cage her There she goes Heels and toes I'm on the Holy Grail trail Man the guns, crowd on the sail I may not live to tell the tale Probably I'll die in jail Tote that petal Lift that rose Do you rate my chances Now you've seen her? Yeah I know There can't be many chances leaner Oh but, holy glory, how she dances Can you see me winning In there pitching? Yeah I know Frustration can be enriching But believe me boy, I'm just beginning